Is this fatalism? I accept what happens. I make an effort, yes. But I don't expect continuous success. Nor do I expect failure. I trust it will work. I exert the force of my will but I know it won't always create the effect I desire. Nor even expect. I am happily surprised. My market gambles have failed recently. Overall I'm back to a loss. C'est la vie. Now I approach another piece of real estate. But if it doesn't happen the way I want that's alright. The money can go toward paying off the Philly building. But if I get it, wonderful.

I want to set up streaming mp3s for you. I am creating such cool sounds and I can't record all of it. I hope to figure out a way for you to hear some of it. Small audience. But I want to share anyway. My silly little site is most popular with robots and spiders. I'll create all the same. And I'll accomplish the live aspect. Perhaps someone will hear it. Meantime, there is a new mp3. It's over a year since it was recorded, now it's out. I'm slow but I get there. I wanted to work for a financial firm. It was part of why I moved to New York. So now I'm there. And while I can't say I'm utterly happy, nor entirely successful, I can say that the progress is real.

I'd like to teach a little of what I know. I hope to work on the white papers more than I have been. It's been over a year. I'd like to entertain. There is the music. But there're the words too. I've been called a poet more than once. Self-efacing to a fault perhaps, I won't say it of myself. But if someone else thought that maybe you will too. Check 'em out. I want to share the blessings I have been given. And so I do; when I get no response I find it harder. I'll try harder. But I will still do what is easy. It is fatalism.

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